A Leap Of Faith.

"Isn't She beautiful? Her sari is so heavy and bright and different...and her make up is just...so perfect...!", exclaimed Alekya's relatives as they examined the bride to be minutely.

"Yes, yes...true...I think the nose ring is too small though...", they criticized as if she were either absent or deaf.

"It's almost time...the baraat is here...I'm just going to go check Tarun out, be back soon!", whispered her sister excitedly as she left.

Alekya felt her stomach lurch. There was no way she could go out there. She felt nauseous and her heart was racing. She clasped her hands together to stop them from trembling pretending that she could squeeeze them so hard the pores would close and perhaps they would stop sweating. Not working! So much for medical scientific logic. Deep breaths now, deep breaths.

No one, except Tarun probably, would even take a wild guess as to how she was feeling. After all, they could practically read each other's minds now. That was what being together for ten years did to you. The duration of their relationship was also the reason why no one would understand how she was feeling. Lets face it, she wasn't the most communicative of people. And even while she presented her precise logic to people, they failed to grasp it in the first go and she never had the patience to present her case twice. Why bother now?With Tarun it was different, he understood and he was her best friend.

But even after ten years, she had her doubts about them. Together. Married. She was scared shitless. There were times she felt she were one with Tarun, and times when she felt he was a total stranger.

"They're here! You're Dulha looks so handsome!! Lucky girl...But he didn't come on a Ghodi...he came in a car...! Guess both of you are well...different. You ready to go out now...?", her aunt came and chattered away.

"Just give me a few mintues, I need to be alone for a bit.", replied Alekya quietly.

"NOW? You want to be alone now? There are people waiting for the jaimal!", exclaimed her aunt.

Seeing no point in replying, Alekya kept her mouth shut. Her aunt left the room and shut the door.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Damn it, not now, not after all those hours of sitting still for make up. No tears. Just thoughts.

Mentally she made a list of all the things she was scared of. Making lists was something she was good at and did whenever she felt overwhelmed. Always helps.

She was scared of his temper. It was the cold kind. He would treat her like a stranger.
She was scared of his family commitments.
She always had the feeling his mother and sister didn't like her very much.
Then again, it was an age old problem, generations of women had been through this, the saas nanad wars...why should she be any different? But they were overpossesive...and while they clearly saw the fights between her and Tarun, no one saw the love. No one saw how much she cared. She put his life and happiness before hers. She went out of her way to make him feel special...No one saw that. Any little thing his sister did for him was praised to the skies...whereas Alekya was never praised that way. Nothing she did for Tarun or his family, sister included...was very well recieved. That wasn't the reason she did things...but it pained her that she wasn't on the same level or even close, as Tarun's sister, even if she treated his family like her own, in fact better.
She would've been ok with all that...if her own mother praised her occasionally, like Tarun's mother did her kids...blindly at times. But Mom didn't...she wasn't like that. She didn't feel the need to excessively praise her kids or defend them when someone was talking nonsense about them. No matter how much people's words hurt her.
Alekya didn't want to enter a family where she was anything less than a daughter to her in laws. And anything less than a sister to her sister in law. Of course she would've preferred if Tarun had had a cheerful loving younger brother who'd love his bhabhi and want to bond with her. But we have to make the best of what we have.
She was also scared of Tarun's passiveness. She was the one who planned dates, raised thought provoking topics of conversations, found new things for them to do...she took most of the initiative in the relationship...kept it going.
And she was the more romantic one... Not that Tarun wasn't romantic...he was, when they were alone, he was the most tender man she knew. No one in the outside world, not even his family, could guess about this side of his nature. But he wasn't the one who googled "how to make your beloved feel special" on the internet...nor did he give unconventional gifts...and she was scared that they would get bored...she would get bored. Or fed up. She'd stop nagging him to be more romantic.
Then there was his whole, huge extended family. Most of whom had a poor opinion of her...without even having met her. Three guesses.

She couldn't go out. She couldn't face them. No one out there knew how much she loved him. All they wanted to see was the negative side which had been presented to them. No one even expected Tarun to be that "Type", as someone put it...the type who had a steady girlfriend. He was so simple, so sweet, so shy, so polite. So honest. Not the type at all! So it was probably the "tez" shrewed girl who had trapped him.

"Didi its time, come on. Up now.", her sister had come to drag her out.

"No. I'm not going."

"WHAT? Where? To get married? WHY?"

"I can't. I don't think it will work. "

"After TEN years you think it won't work? What are you saying?"

"Just...I can't go. Take me out the back door...please."

"Ok, Just...wait...Let me get Tarun...", Her sister started rushing out the door and ushering everyone else out too.

"NO! No, he'll be so angry... he'll never forgive me."

Before she knew it, her sister had left and she was alone again. And then Tarun walked through the door...smilling...
He sat down on the chair next to hers...and took both her hands in his...he put one finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look into her eyes. They were brimming with fear and tears.

"Hey Sweetheart...your sister said you're getting cold feet...is everything ok? Tell me what's bothering my baby...?", Tarun squeezed her hands gently and said.

And as she looked into his huge, warm, gold brown eyes, crinkled at the corners in a gentle smile of understanding... She felt her doubts ,melting away...but not quite.

Their relationship flashed before her eyes...

Beautiful flowers, his complimenting her snoring, making love, Tarun helping her cross the road, Tarun indulging her love for coffee, His sincere, neat painstakingly written letters and cards, Tarun taking her shopping and linking little finger's together, Tarun holding her hand in the cinema, Tarun wiping her tears, Tarun calming her rage, Tarun applauding her awkward dancing, Tarun telling her she had a beautiful voice, Tarun telling her not to worry about his mother and sister, that he was there for her and he'd never let her feel awkward, Tarun listening to her chatter about work, writing, friends, moviess, books, Tarun recharging her mobile without telling her, Tarun enjoying eating with her hands, Tarun playing with her dog, Tarun fixing her laptop, Tarun making her music and movie Dvds, Tarun sharing his things with her, silly possessive loveable adorable Tarun.

"How about we go to the nearest Barista and you can have that Caramel coffee you love and we'll talk?", he gently persuaded.

"But what about all these people?", Alekya mumbled.

"AHHH....them...we'll tell them to wait awhile. Its us who're getting married...lets go. Back door."

He left a text message to his cousin brother saying we both would be back shortly.

He held the hand of his bride and helped her out. They caught an auto and headed to the nearest Barista and didn't care that everyone else was staring at them. There, over a shared cup of hot foaming capuccino, Alekya talked...Tarun listened and they discussed their fears. It was an uncommon sight. Frankly the manager came by and asked if he could click a picture as this sort of thing had never happened before. Gladly they allowed. By then they were ok. Ready to go, get wed!

Tarun had his fears too...but if they both had faith, it would work. They had been together for ten years. The had love and faith and were best friends.

It was time to get married.

FaSt FoOd.

This is an old, typically maharashtian recipe used on days when one is fasting. Like for the next nine days of Navratre. Its light, salt free and can be made in a manner that is healthy. The point of a fast, is to A.] Offer yourself to God humbly, and B.] D-E-T-O-X! Unfortunately in Delhi, most people fasting in Navrathre, simply use these 9 days as an excuse to gorge on fried potatoes, puris that aren't made out of wheat [grains are forbidden], Fried paneer and in general fried anything. They end up heavier than before and they claim to have "Fasted for NINE whole DAYS!" ha!

This Year, do your body a favor, and take care of it. Since salt isn't allowed, try not to cheat by eating rock salt. Drink fluids, eat lots of fruits, have curds, salads with lemon juice dressing. This is a v.simple recipe. Let me know how it turns out.

Sabudana ki Khichdi.

Ingredients :

2 cups sago [sabudana]
100 gms peanuts.
green chillies
Cumin- zeera
Curd.
1 large or 2 small potatoes, cubed.
1 tbsp fresh lemon juice.
mustard oil.

Method :

Soak Sago seeds in water till soft to pinch.
Heat oil.
Add cumin seeds...when they splutter, add cubed potatoes.
when potatoes are nearly done, Add chopped green chillies and the sago. Sautee till done. Don't be worried about the sticky secretions, that cause the sabudana to stick together...it adds to the flavour...and kids find it a lot of fun to eat.
Add the peanuts. Cook till done.
Sprinkle lemon juice once flame is turned off.

Since I've not added any salt or masalas here, eat it with slightly sour curds.
[If you're not fasting, and just want this as a snack, Add salt and 2 pinches of turmeric powder. ]

EnJoY!!

aLoNe.

I Have an odd mood pattern. Well not odd to anyone who is an Aquarian...but it definitely feels insulting...to normal people.

There are times I don't feel like communicating with anyone...and I mean anyone. Call it communing with thy spirit in silence or what seems pleasant to you. But I appear cold, and distant. I don't feel like and often don't answer phone calls. Sometimes I don't answer the door. Or answer people when they talk to me, not in depth anyway. I write, lots...I read and I think. But I don't talk.

I cannot explain but I just don't feel like it. And I know of two other aquarians who do the same or similar things. And I don't find it unusual like other people do. I find occasional low moods very understandable. Chocolate helps...but I'm fasting for 9 days! No chocolate. The mood swings have decreased greatly in frequency. Earlier, in school, I'd have these patterns at least 7 times a month...now its more like once a month. No one seems to get it. They complain that I don't answer the phone and no amount of telling them I was asleep or busy will placate them. Why must I explain? I don't always enjoy idle chit chat.

I wonder how long this is going to last.

aLL YoU NeEd iS LoVe.

Dedicated to ALL the people who make life easier for us, who believe in us, and who never, ever leave us...no matter what.

It has often been observed that women in love are somehow more intense, expressive and exhibitionistic than their male counterparts. This loose rule didn't seem to apply to Penelope. David was more "in love" with her, she often felt. For instance, she thought, watching him sleep so sweetly next to her, he'd never even considered leaving her during one of her "dark" days. He was the sole reason she was who she was now. David and his utter unquestionable faith in her. He brought out the best in her.

Apparently that was enough...love, that is. It make life better. He would hand her her pills every morning. He would make up schedules for her to get through her exams with decent marks. He would study with her over the phone and make sure she went to bed on time. His lullabies weaned her off sleeping pills.

[That last may sound implausible, but its true nonetheless. ]

And all the while, all those months, she waited in suspense for him to get fed up and leave her.

She thought the first time she tried to kill herself [ she had no idea why.]. She'd overdosed, he made her vomit, drink fluids, held her hand, fed her tea. Once she was well he gave her pure hell. But never once did he mention leaving her. He felt like he had failed her.

Penelope never really held herself in high esteem. Which was weird because pill popping episodes and general private moroseness aside, she was quite capable of being the centre of attention in a positive way. Always polite and encouraging, often turning into a counsellor...but once the problem was fixed or a smile placed on the face or the exam passed...she didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to keep a friend...If all was well, she was bored.

David was her first ever friend...at least a person she wasn't counselling! She could talk to him about any and everything. And he her. When she was angry with her parents, he would explain why they behaved how they did. If she was wrong, he never hesitated to tell her so. If she was right, he stood up for her. Their friendship was entertaining even when no one was in crisis. Which was a first for Penelope.

She could tell him he was dull and boring to his face and he wouldn't mind. Instead he'd appreciate her wide range of interests...and encourage them, indulge her. He'd never been much of a reader, but she was...and he loved when she would narrate to him summaries the books she read, both fiction and non fiction and they would discuss them...He in turn would share his absolute love of music...make her CDs/MP3s...label them...He shared his love for all things electronic with her and she quenched her love for learning new things by asking him to google things when she herself didn't have the Internet.

When she was jobless and spending her days sleeping, overeating and being a slob living off her parent's money...He didn't deride her. When she went out and got herself a job and started taking better care of herself and found she needed help, He was proud of her and ever ready to help out. When she excelled at her job, it was his chest that puffed up with pride. When she wanted to redecorate the empty flat and turn it into a home... He enthusiastically listened to her and offered more ideas and to go shopping with her. When she wanted to find out how to lose the 40 extra pounds of body weight, He downloaded exercise videos and made her Cd's.

He was there every step of the way. And after 3 years of being with him, she was secure enough to realise...He was here to stay. And she was ever-so-thankful for that one simple fact. All it takes, to change one life, maybe more lives even, albeit indirectly...is love.

AalOo ChoKhA!

This is one of my favorite dishes since I was a little kid. We're basically from U.P, and this dish is a hot favorite and more or less a staple there. Its v.simple and the uses are quite versatile...so here goes!

Ingredients :

4-5 boiled potatoes, peeled.
1-2 green chillies [if you can't stand them, use red chilli powder.]
Onion- 1 large
Garlic- 3 pods.
Pickle - Chilli or mango.
2 Tablespoons Mustard oil.
Salt to taste.

Method :

Mash potatoes
Finely chop onions and crush Garlic pods.
Mix onion, garlic, mustard oil, chopped green chillies/ chilli powder, salt and pickles with the mashed potatoes.
Now, you don't have to cook this mixture, in our village, we don't cook it...but you may be worried about the smell of onions/garlic, so feel free to cook it a bit. Traditionally theres no need.

Garnish with chopped Coriander!

You can eat this with Arhar[yellow] daal and rice...or make a sandwich out of it, wrap it in a chapati. For the sake of your heart, don't add ghee/butter etc even to the sandwich, because its a v.healthy and low calorie dish otherwise.

GooD MoRniNg wOrLd!

I am So not a morning person. Whenever I wake up, I make it a point not to get up. But on this day, Today, I woke at 7:35AM [checked the time], and my eyes weren't watering, my mind wasn't fuzzy and I felt...well! I've not been so well since the past few days, and in between my hectic shifts at the hospital, I've been resting. Today, I woke up refreshed...I woke up and when I realised how fresh I was feeling, I couldn't stop smilling!

Here I am, finally at rest, having a strong cup of hot steaming coffee and the tabloids! Plus I've got the whole day to do as I please, before my shift starts at 8PM. I'm totally looking forward to that too!

CrAviNg CoFfEe...

My mom insists I'm addicted to coffee. I used to have around 4-5 cups of the beautiful brew in black daily. Sometimes more, if I had to study. But ever since i started this new job 10 days ago, I have been so exhausted I can't even muster the strength to make me a cuppa java. I've only had 5 cups in the past 10 days.

Upon hearing this my parents immediately expressed their delight and decided to give me more tips on how to stop drinking coffee. They're not alone in doing so. Many people give useless and more importantly, unwanted advice on quitting coffee.

Imagine their surprise when I coolly imform them I am not interested in quitting my "addiction". I love my cup of coffee. I love the bitter sweetness and musings in a cup. I love almost everything about a delicious cup of coffee. And I know how much to have so as not to get sick. Or gastritis!

We all sometimes feel the need for something, call it a crutch if you will, to help us get by life. For all those times when we find ourselves not brimming with natural endorphins and optimism? For all those times life tries to get us down [ several times a day sometimes.] we have something. A pick me up. Who is to say whose is harmful whose is safe? I'm not talking about big things like alchohol or drugs....not things which can ruin one's life in an obvious manner.

The other tiny addictions which we often fit into out daily routine in such a way that we don't even realise how much we need them, until our routine is upset in some way. It could be our family. Or a TV show that makes us laugh or gasp in horror [K-serials.], or several or few cups off tea or coffee, or our better half, or a few phone calls and conversations to friends to vent. For some it could be an intense round of sex or even pot. A cigarette on the balcony. Daily exercise. Love, even.

All of these in excess are harmful.

But no one advises us to quit them.

Apparently now coffee makes one hallucinate. Well, you're going to have to quit your Doctor because your doctor isn't going to quit his/her coffee! It keeps most of us on the go. That or tea. Or money.

Think about it, before you offer up unwelcome advice to someone else. Whats your addiction? And is it such a bad thing? If it helps soften the sharp corners life has to offer sometimes...?

Pirated Pasta~!

So henceforth, I'm going to randomly describe something easy and quick to cook in a jiffy. Mostly for Bachelors/ spinsters/ Hostellers. When it's too much work to cook for one, or even two! The recipes are going to be v.basic, involving v.little work, and v.little preparation too. You are obviously free to add more vegetables or spices or sauces as you wish. Any ideas or tips or suggestions are most welcome!!

Pirated Pasta :

Ingredients ::


1 packet Macaroni [cheap n easy bambino.]

2 large onions
2 large tomatoes.
1 packet of ready made soup mix [I used Chings mixed Vegetable soup.]
soy sauce- 1 tbsp
Maggi hot and sweet tomato ketchup- 1 tbsp

Basic spices 1 tsp each- turmeric, chilli powder, garam masala.
Sprinkling of grated/cream cheese.

Method :

Cook macaroni al dente, keep aside.
Heat 2 tsp oil in wok/non stick pan.
finely chop onions, add to hot oil, wait till it turns golden.
Finely dice tomatoes, save the juice. Add to transluscent onions.
Add salt to taste, along with the Basic spices in aforementioned quantities.
mix.
Add the powedered soup mix, Add 1 glass of water and mix well, no lumps must be present.
when it starts bubbling, add the soy sauce and tomato ketchup.
let it simmer for 5 minutes. Till it thickens.
Add the now cool macaroni to the hot mixture and mix well, turn off the heat.
Sprinkle with cheese.

EnJoY!

MuShRoOm...

Sumidha watched as the finely diced onions turned golden and transluscent, then she added chopped green garlic and turned them over. Covering the partly cooked meal, she took a sip of her goblet of red wine. She remembered old times, years before she had married Nimish.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Your features are perfect.", he murmured one night after making love.
"Maybe you think they're perfect because you love me. Love makes you biased you know?"., said Sumidha, snuggling closer.
"No, I'm serious. Look at your huge dark, cinnamon eyes, your straight nose, your pink rose like lips. When we make love, it takes a huge effort to tear myself away from your mouth!! You're so irresistible...how can you not believe me! There are women out there who look like puke, and they think they're supermodels. Sumi!", he said, holding her closer.

As she sliced the mushrooms, [according to her desired thickness], she wondered where she had gone wrong. Or they had gone wrong. People said this always happened after marriage, to the best of couples. Sumidha had sworn it wouldn't happen to them. But after awhile she was tired too.

"You haven't made dinner? We can't eat out everyday!"., Nimish grumbled.
"Well work was really busy today too. I'm sorry, Maggi?", apologized Sumidha.
"I miss your cooking."

A hectic job, In laws who grumbled, a husband who wasn't always around to support her, housework that always seemed incomplete...left her exhausted and resentful at the end of the day. More often than not, she took it out on her unsuspecting husband. Sumidha added the julienned mushrooms to the sauteeing mixture in the pan.

"Not tonight Nim, my back hurts."
"Well your mothers comments have screwed up my mood. So you can directly blame her for ruining our sex life single handedly."
"Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, when our baby cries??"
"You try fighting with that bitch of a kaamwali over her erratic timings!"

Excuses excuses...She never realised when she had become so harsh.
Adding the white wine to the now nearly cooked mushrooms, she realised that when Nimish started drifting apart from her, she never asked him why. She missed him, of course, but only ever felt more angry and resentful towards him. It had been over a year since they had talked, really talked, like the old pals they used to be. They slept under different sheets now and never cuddled. They used to be "cuddly sleepers", but now it seemed like he couldn't stand her touch.

Bringing the mixture to a boil, Sumidha tried to recall the "old her". The fun one, the one Nimish always made excuses to meet, to take out on dates, to make love to, to hold hands with, to laugh with...to talk about life with.
They told each other to take each other for granted. "Don't worry about me. Rather, don't worry about my reactions or anything, keep your mind at rest from my side.", he had said once. Translated that meant - I'm just an extension of you, I'll always understand you and please feel free to take me for granted. Which is what she had said too.

When the sauce reduced to about half if original quantity, Sumidha added the reduced fat Cream. It looked delicious as she stirred it... Nimish loved Pasta in creamy mushroom sauce. Of course now she used a non stick pan and olive oil, instead of loads of butter. But she had to watch her weight and Nim's heart too. They were nearing that age. She had always tried her best to take care of his health. His mother resented it when she decided to cook separately for herself and Nimish using her techniques of olive oil, low fat, NO ghee, non stick frying pans, microwaved pop corn etc... his mom made delicious food, rich and tasty. She was determined not to let her husband eat that anymore that he had to. Sumidha could make tasty food, without the calories. Nimish used to love her determination and self control. He loved how concerned she was about his health. He listened to her blindly. Because she balance it with indulgence, and lots of love. She was the one who spoiled him too.

She would find their lost [misplaced?] love and friendship back. A lovely home cooked meal, some wine, a long bubble bath...bed...cuddling...things would be fine. Mushrooms were an aphrodisiac weren't they? For vegetarians anyway.

She added the lemon basil, thyme and oregance, stirred for five minutes. She put the sauce in the microwave, the wine in the cooler, set the table for two with their best china and candles and silverware. She had screwed things up and she was determined to fix them as best as she could!
She filled the tub with hot water and poured the bubble bath solution. She check the bed linen and turned on the Air conditioning. Nim would be here soon. Sumidha changed into his favorite sari, Put on some makeup and perfume. High heels.

"You look beautiful.", Nimish murmured into her hair as he came from behind and put his arms around her waist...he squeezed her gently. He'd used his key to enter.

Things would be fine, they just needed to take it slow.

Faraway

ALL this and more.

A day of peace,
a good night’s sleep,
a guiltless breath,
all this and more,
seem faraway.

A satisfying career,
a decent income,
a job well done,
all this and more,
are so faraway.

A slim figure,
well fitting clothes,
appreciative glances,
all this and more,
seem faraway.

A day of abandon,
a fun filled trip,
genuine laughter,
all this and more,
are so faraway.

A happy family,
no major worries,
parcheesi before bed,
I wish I were young,
could turn back time.

My parents proud,
my sister happy,
my love at peace
all i wish to see.
Alas I wish I could,
speed up the clock…

for now,

All this and more,
seem so faraway

Tomorrow really never comes!

How often have you said to yourself all or any of the following... : [By the way feel free to add to this list as you please.]

1.] I'll go to bed early tomorrow.
2.] I'll exercise tomorrow.
3.] I'll eat salad tomorrow.
4.] I'll stop drinking cola tomorrow.
5.] I'll start being happy tomorrow.
6.] I'll wake up earlier tomorrow.
7.] I'll make time for my family tomorrow.
8.] I'll be nicer tomorrow.
9.] I'll cook and not order in tomorrow.
10.] I'll dress better tomorrow.
11.] I'll dare to wear makeup tomorrow.
12.] I'll make time for myself tomorrow.
13.] I'll organize the cupboard tomorrow.
14.] I'll dust the furniture tomorrow.
15.] I'll read that book tomorrow.
16.] I'll call my friend tomorrow.
17.] I'll groom my dog tomorrow.
18.] I'll go to the beauty parlour and endure pain tomorrow.
19.] I'll install that Norton antivirus tomorrow.
20.] I'll shop for pretty shoes tomorrow.
21.] I'll study more tomorrow.
22.] I'll be more regular with my medications tomorrow.

and etc... I could go on ad infinitum... but you get the hint. It's procrastination I'm talking about here. Its one of the few things I specialize in and quite frankly after 20 odd years of doing it, I'm starting to see the pitfalls. You kind of tend to fall behind, and thats never good.

And honestly, the tomorrows never, ever come...they turn into promises of more tomorrows and more promises...which materialise into nothing solid. Nothing real.
[ Not always mind you, but more often than not.]

So what is the point, of allowing ourselves one ostentatiously last, moment of freedom, one last splurge, one last day of pure sloth...?
It's so we're fresh for tomorrow, the one that...you know by now, never comes.
How about trying right now, for a change?
Replace the tomorrows with Right Now...and see the difference....!!
After all, why wait to do something good for yourself or someone else?

Sunk in mediocrity.

This may seem like a very narcissistic post, but its not. Quite the opposite actually. Thing is, I was always above average, till 7 years ago. Always excelled at anything I put my hands, and mind, to. ANYTHING.

Six months into college, life got to me.

And somehow I never quite learnt not to let it get me so down, I don’t recognize myself anymore. I’m not even a shadow of what I used to be. I took every little thing to heart...earlier till 12^th grade, I was all of these and more :

- Slim and fit.

- V.diligent

- Confident

- An academic topper, always among the top 5

- Pretty and beautiful

- In demand among the opposite sex.

- Intelligent

- High on self esteem.

- Health conscious.

No, I wasn’t perfect. I had my flaws. I was also :

- Arrogant [ no more]

- Vain about my looks [definitely no more]

- A terrible leader [nope, not anymore. I’ve learnt to follow those I’m leading]

- The kind of girl who thought nothing of breaking a guy’s heart.[ had my heart broken.i know how it feels now.]

- Condescending [ only to nikhil.]

- Aloof [yes, sometimes still.]

- Cold [if I hhate someone.]

I was chatting with a friend when I told him to name some people who were in my league and working [my league = low achievers league.] and studying. When did I start thinking of myself as an underachiever? Worse, when did I sart believing it and acting upon it?? All the good things I was in school were simply because I never doubted them, I was always sure I was. It didn’t matter what someone else said. I had utter faith in myself and my abilities. There was never any room for doubt.

Life and people, both get you down. But maybe thats because you let them. What does it matter if someone won’t talk politely to you? Or won’t respond to your desire for a meaningful relationship? Maybe a few exams have gone badly, but does that mean they ALL should ? So what if one lousy guy or conceited girl said you weren’t good looking, does that mean you really aren’t? Who is anyone else to decide whether you’re good enough or not?

And people, well they have some nerve really. They forget that they themselves are as far away from perfect as they can get, but they’ve got no problem criticizing other people!! They don’t stop to consider the fact that their words or behaviour maybe hurting other people. And when they do get to know, they’re not even sorry!! It’s amazing really.

But the point I’m getting to is, no matter how unfair life is or how mean people are, if you let them get to you...change you for the worse, then they’ve won.

You can’t lose against life! And certainly not against useless people! If anything, one should learn lessons from life and definitely so from those people...from life – how to live and from those people? How not to be! At least give those people’s lives some meaning.

Go, go ... go out and be better, no no, go out and be the best that you can!! If someones criticizing you, chances are they’re simply jealous of you or you make them insecure. Not everyone likes to be related to a doctor or someone more educated than them. Some people get jealous and that drives them to be mean and spiteful. But you cannot hold yourself back from being your best because of their immaturity. Thats their issue, and bad behaviour will only hold them back. And theres absolutely no reason to desire revenge or want to hurt them the way they have you. Just take satisfaction in the fact that “what goes around, comes around.”

And there are good lessons to be learnt from life. Remember what doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger. Its true!

It makes no sense that we’ve stopped believing in ouselves and started believing in others, particularly those others who may not necessarily wish us well.

Go out and be the best you can, because you owe it to yourself to do so!! Don’t let negative elements win.

An OfFer!

The thing about people always rushing around is, they leave me, a sloth, exhausted!

Consider this, On the night of the 18th Feb, Nikhil went for work at 2030hrs, worked till 630hrs on the 19th of feb. Rushed home, packed his belongings and drove 5hrs to Agra city for his cousin's wedding. Upon arrival, he ate, had tea, closed his eyes for a few minuted and then rushed to lend a helping hand in the "work." that is ever present in a marriage household, At 1830hrs he was still supervising work and then he went to egt dressed. Thereafter, he attended the wedding, the main part of which is in the weeeeee hours of the morning. [read 3 AM ] ... God knows when he slept, but he arrived in delhi/NCR at around 1830hrs and by 1930 was ready and waiting for his cab to go to work. till the morning of the 21st, 730hrs.
I'm guessing he'll spend the entire of the 21st feb sleeping as on the 22nd Feb, he is again going to drive to chandigarh , 4-6hrs away, for the reception of the aforesaid cousin. wow.
I had planned to see him on the 23rd, but I'd feel awfully guilty doing so. Seeing as how rushed he is, so I have an offer for him. Mostly because I'm feeling terribly sorry for him. Not that hes complained. All he says is he doesn't have a moment to relax.

So Niksy, The next time we meet, we won't do anything. I'll make you some nice, hot tea/coffee, make some snacks, n we can watch a movie I've downloaded, or you can just, sleep or hear me talk, you don't have to even think or reply! Just R-E-L-A-X! I can give you a head and shoulder massage too if you' d like it. I know you would! :o) Any thing you want. Just, no movement,,,from you.

You know you are totally broke when...

You know you are totally broke when...

...When you are down to fighting with the junk dealer [kabadiwala/कबदिवाला] for petty cash... No kidding.

These men can be found at all hours of the day, on their cycles, singing at the top of their voices... कबदिवाले।
Be it rain or shine they're always out there... which made me think they must be really poor and needy to be working so hard. I felt quite sorry for them.

That was until I heard that they're not so poor, quite well off really, having color screen mobiles, cable T.V etc. Today when I tried to be big hearted and offered the man my junk for free he refused...! Then he proceeded to cheat me!
"you name your price.", he said.
"this is my first time. You tell me what you usually give.", I replied...honestly.
After due consideration he said," Three rupees per Kg of paper and 4 rupees for these empty plastic bottles." thereupon he started packing the goods into a huge sack.
Hmm.
I went out to the balcony and called out to another dealer and asked him what he would give for the same old junk..."Six rupees per Kg.",he yelled...and started coming upstairs.

I sauntered back into the kitchen, laden with new and potentially enriching information and said, " The other fellow is giving me Six."
" Is he?"
"Yes,now are you also going to do that or should I just call him upstairs?", I ventured abandoning all caution.
"The rates have decreased since last Sunday, ask him if you want.", he said stubbornly.

So I did...the other fellow had now dismounted the cycle and was looking for the stairs. "No, NO... You go...find someone else... I was just gathering information!", I said feeling incredibly guilty.

There was 15kgs worth of junk at home. He paid me and I let him out, following him downstairs... hailed a vegetable man and Bought my moneys worth of veggies. When the dealer told me the price of what would soon be dinner, I wondered if Vegetable vendors are actually richer than Kabadiwalas. Prices seemed to have skyrocketed... something I would know about had I read something apart from the tabloid. When he got to asking for 106Rs, I showed him the century note, pointed at the kabadi wala and said, " Friend I'm not going to be able to pay you more than what I'm holding here and frankly I didn't expect to be paying even this much."

We compromised at a century.

BoYfRiEnD iN TrOuBLe!

I completed 100 posts!!

Recently Nikhil and I had a mini fight over the assumption that I'm tomboyish. Little does he know I've made lists of things for him to get me, all of which are feminine to the hilt! You asked for it baby...read my list, go to the store and weep.

1.] Knee length high heeled boots.
2.] Chambor bronzer with blush.
3.] Mac Kajal pencil.
4.] Mineral based foundation. Revlon etc.
5.] Dior curling mascara.
6.] A silver locket of Ganesha.
7.] Silver Earrings.
8.] A pretty Silver heart locket WITH earrings.
9.] A haircut and styling by a professional stylist.
10.]A french manicure/ pedicure.
11.]A number of pretty nailpolish bottles as per his own taste because nothing I ever wear is nice enough!
12.]Perfume specifically Issey miyake. Amazing.
13.]Lip liners and lipstick in nude shades.
14.]A pretty dress, wrap style or whatever, with straps though because I don't believe in magic.
15.]Body shop care products.
16.]A Body scrub brush with natural Bristles.
17.]A Black, knee length skirt.
18.]A fast track watch with an unusual dial.


Oh and honey, Would you be a darling and make sure I get these things within the next 3-4months. One of the main reasons I'm not feminine in the exhibitionistic manner is my lack of any income whatsoever. But you have a good job. You can be feminine on my behalf...thanks in advance!!

P.S : I'm not kidding.

The grand, under appreciated indian wedding Part-2

Continuing our discourse on Indian weddings. We hope you enjoy this, please leave your comments and thoughts!

The Groom pays his real and pseudo Sister's in Law and cuts the Ribbon thus gaining entry into the Shaadi Ka Mandap [Stage]. Thereafter his beautiful bride is called in.

She arrives looking, well, like someone else usually. It could be in a good way or she could also look like the "Ghost Bride." depending upon how much shes spent on "professional make up." The dressing up of the bride is note worthy. For a month to a fortnight before the wedding the Bride splurges on "Pre Bridal Packages", whichi involves "slimming, facials, instant glow, full body bleaching/waxing/threading etc"...this ususally comes to around 20-25 thousand rupees.. The "Bridal package" consists of hair/makeup/dressing up...varying between 5-10 thousand rupees. The Bridal outfits cost at least 10 thousand each, depending upon the number of occassions. This is the bare minimum mind you.

Then there is the heavy jewellery which usually can never be worn again. If you rent it, its nearly 2 grand rupees, if you buy it its between 8.5 to 9 grand. FAKE jewellery mind you. The bride makes her grand entrance surrounded by sister's and/or friends supporting her, sometimes physically, on both sides. The photographer asks her to pose...the professional photographers don't come cheap either. He clicks everything, from her face to body to hands which have been professionally painted with henna/mehendi the previous night.

The mehendi people aren't cheap and it doesn't help that the many female free loaders get their hands painted for free too!! Their bill comes to around 6 thousand...depending upon how many women took advantage of them.

Anyway, it's now time for the Jaimal - Garland. The garlands are cold and wet. But beautiful! Sometimes the flowers are imported. The bride and groom place the garlands around each other's necks...their relatives/cousins/siblings are usually fighting to be the first to put the garland...like it's a noose or a bell on a cat.

Then the B & G Sit on the throne like chairs on the stage. And now comes the most ridiculous part of the wedding. "The meeting of relative/friends and giving of gifts". Here all the people present come onto the stage, give their gifts [usually gifts given to them by others.] and sometimes money... then they pose by the sides of the B & G like long lost loved ones and all of them plaster on fake smiles and wait for the photographer to click! Well maybe the B & G's smiles are genuine at the thought of all the presents and cash awaiting them in toto.

In the meantime, the guests start hogging at the buffet tables. Another round of bickering begins. Bitching more like.
" This is cold."
"This is yuk."
"I can make this at home, much better than this myself."
"This is the wrong recipe."
"WHAt on earth is this?"
"Whats the point of chinese starters?"
"The tandoori bar makes you wait."
"In ABC's wedding, this was better..."

None of these problems prevent them from pigging out however. The next day, when the get the runs, instead of blaming it on their insatiable apetites, they blame the food. Ha! Imagine wasting lakhs [at least 2-3 Lakhs] of rupees on such people.

Anyway,

coming to the fera's part [ circling the holy fire 7 times] , the groom's shoes get stolen, a tradition started thanks to a yesteryear bollywood blockbuster " HUM AAPKE HAIN KOUN " , once the fere get over

another round of negotiations start similar to the one discussed before between the same parties and after a settlement is reached to which both parties don't agree wholeheartedly , the groom finally gets his shoes back. Coming to think of it the price he pays for the shoes the second time around is usually 10-20 times the actual cost.. the shoes he'll probably never wear again, assuming he isn't dumb enough...(we could've said he is smart enough, but considering he agreed to a wedding, and an extravagant one at that we wrote otherwise)...

Coming to the dowry part... oh to rationalise it , its called "gifts" [have to be politically correct at all times] these days... something to make a bride's stay comfy at groom's place...a bribe of sorts...The Bride's parents basically have to set up her "home." A car, TV, Refridgerator, A/C, BED, Jewellery, Clothes etc are given...Lack of dowry can lead to a miserable married life for the bride, wherein she is taunted by her in laws and/or husband all the time.

Wedding day is supposed to be the bride's happiest day.... we have nothing against traditional values but it has been commercialized to such an extent that it all seems like a farce... an excuse to blow one's own trumpet... i gave so much dowry.. spent so much on the wedding... gave a honda civic/city etc etc.

Basically we don't give a rat's ass about what others do and why they do it.. all we know is we'd prefer a simple wedding in a temple with friends and family...followed by a reception and save the rest of the budget for say :

1.]an extended honeymoon ;)

2.]A down payment on a plot of land/ flat/ house.

3.]Furniture for the new home.

4.]Savings bonds for upcoming children.

5.] charity and

6.] etc.

What is the point of being well educated and smart and intelligent if you're just going to repeat stupid mistakes just to "fit in" in a society that just thrives on imitating each other ?

thanks for the patient reading. Coffeeismypoison and Abinitio.